So I, like so many others, have been asked to spew forth the thoughts and workings of our brains,

to pick apart how we tick, how we function, how we create, and explain:

Why we think

What we think

And how we think

But I would be lying if I told you that I knew the answer.

That is one of the beauties of being human:

Not knowing, but simply being

Being spontaneous, and complex, and mysterious, and confused...

Being a Paradox

That is why we shine so bright

That is why we are beautiful and inspired

And why we actually have a reason to think in the first place.

Am I confusing you?

Then that means that I am thinking, and that means that so are you

We are deeper than the ocean, and broader than the expanses of space

We are as steady as the turtle, as quick as the hare

We are all the same and we are all different

We are all capable

We are all inspired

We are a paradox

So if you truely wanted to know just how I think and work, I'm sorry, I can't help you

But I hope this little poem has given you an idea

Besides if I told you everything we'd be here all day and then some,

And where would be the fun in that?